(Me and my friend have this entire story mapped out, including a sequel. I'd like to take a moment just to give a massive thank you to Zoe, you're amazing, and this story wouldn't be half as epic without you 3)

Zina pov, after a month back at Hogwarts, her room, 9pm.

Well, I'm a seventh year now. What Fred and George should be. Cassandra is too, but she isn't speaking to me, I'm not speaking to her, either. Do I feel bad about what I said? Yes. Will I take it back? No, it's true. We've drifted apart, and I don't see us speaking to each other much longer, but if I have to go through this to make her see sense, so be it. She survived the Cruciatus curse, she can survive this.

Cassandra pov

I have lost the two most important people in my life. Zina. George. I'm truly alone, because I'm a selfish terrified cowardly bitch who can't admit her own feelings. Most of the time, I still try to make myself believe I'm not in love with George. Liar liar hair on fire. I lost it all, and I have no idea how to get it back. Now I'm alone, truly. I brought it all on myself. The only thing I have now is looking forward to watching the light fade from the eyes of my parents when I kill them.

Two years later, and our girls are all grown up at nineteen years of age and established in the big wide world. Cassandra is an Auror, travelling all around the wizarding world on her broomstick to rid the world of death eaters, all alone. Zina? She and her new BFF Bill Weasley are breaking curses, but taking a break right now, for the big event, Bill and Fleur's wedding...

Molly Weasley POV, three days before the wedding, the burrow.

In the kitchen, and all the jobs are taking care of themselves, so I sit down to contemplate what I'm going to do. We invited Zina and Cassandra down three days early, so that they can make it up to each other, but only after me and my son Bill have tossed Cassandra and George in one closet, and Fred and Zina in the other. Me and Bill are the only ones that know anything about it, of course. Then once all that has sorted itself out, three days will pass easily, and it will be time for my boys wedding, oh I couldn't be prouder!

I walk into our hallway, and right on que Cassandra appears in a puff off green fire and smoke in the archway, with a few bags thrown over her shoulder, one is broom shaped. When she sees me she drops then and grins "Molly!" she yells, running towards me and wrapping me in a big hug "Hello dear, it's good to see you again." I smile and step back to look her over.

Her orange hair got brighter, probably with all the time she's been spending outside this summer, it's shorter with a side fringe, and in bunches. Only Cassandra could get away with bunches at nineteen and still look threatening. She's got on a white vest top, a grey waistcoat, a darker grey skirt, and as always, knee high converses. "Come on, get your things and I'll show you to your room, hmm? The others will be here soon." I smile again and pat her cheek, I had always considered this girl like another daughter, as a child when she wasn't at Zina's or with her god awful parents she was with us, she had confided in only me who exactly her father was, and the idea that she could still be this sweet always made pride swell up inside me.

She nods her head eagerly and runs to get her things, ever full of energy. Picking them all up she follows me up the stairs, and I purposefully give her the room that connects to George's, she frowns slightly, but lets it go "Molly.." She starts nervously "I hope the way me and your son left things two years ago hasn't left a black mark on our relationship... I'll try to be civil as possible when I do eventually cross paths with him, I swear" she looks up at me with her wide hazel eyes, and I just nod my head "He was at much at fault as you were dear, don't worry yourself about it." She grins, and hugs me again, then gets to work unpacking all her things "I'll leave you to it Cassandra, you're the first here, George and Fred should be back soon, and the rest of the family is in the living room, feel free to go say hello when you're finished" She turned to me and nodded, then carried on. It saddened me that she had become some what a recluse since George left her.

Ten minutes later, still Molly POV

Fred and George arrived about five minutes back, as of yet no one even knows Cassandra is here. Zina just arrived. I run to the hallway, followed by Bill who hugs her first, and then I do "Molly! Bill! It's so good to see you both! Wow Molly the burrow looks great!" I smile and me, her and Bill take her things up to her room, where she quickly unpacks and joins the rest of us in the living room.

I look over to Bill, and he nods, I walk upstairs to find Cassandra reading "Come on dear, we're about to have an announcement from Bill in the living room hurry up now!" I say, as I hustle her downstairs and into the main room, she lingers in the doorway biting her lip, everyone turns to her and stares, she laughs "Oh come on guys! Who am I? Lord fucking Voldemort? Take a picture, it lasts longer." Zina gets up, and walks over to her, then pulls her into a hug, spinning her round "Cass! Cassandra! Cassie! I missed you! Oh my god can we just forget everything we said back then? We were both so stupid!" They laugh, and their words are a jumble of apologies and jokes, before they settle down. Bill has slowly moved around so he's stood next to Cassandra, and George is already next to me.

I take his arm and begin dragging him, a smell yell from Cassandra confirms Bill is doing the same. I open the door to the hall closet and throw George in, he straightens up and is about to walk back out, but instead he catches Cassandra as Bill trips her up when he throws her, so she stumbles back and into George, when they're both in I slam the door and lock it, me and Bill high five, everyone is looking at us like were nuts. It's not over yet. Fred and Zina go next, into the closet opposite, now we just have to settle down and wait.

Cassandra POV

Locked in. locked in. Locked in. No. No. No.

Flash back...

Laughing, why are the laughing? Why is it so funny that they're burning my bones? Why is it so funny that death would be a welcome to me right now? I grit my teeth and stand up from the floor to look him in the eye "S-s-stop it" I manage to stutter out, he laughs louder and holds out his wand "Fight me for it then, daughter." He grins.

George POV

"S-s-stop it!" Cassandra stutters, and I look over to her, to see her eyes have gone far off "Cass? What's wrong?" she pulls out her wand "LEAVE ME ALONE, WHY DO YOU DO THIS?" she yells, I take a step forward, she points her wand at me "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY DAD, WHY DO YOU DO THIS?" she's sobbing and yelling. Oh shit. Her parents, whenever they were torturing her it was in a closet. "PLEASE! IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH! MAKE IT STOP, DADDY!"

I take another step, and pull out my wand

Cassandra pov

They're still laughing. Always laughing. It hurts so bad. He takes another step forward and pulls out his wand. I scream, I can't help it. He frowns, and drops his wand? It clatters to the floor "Cassandra" it sounds an awful lot like George... "Cassandra! It's me! it's George, I won't hurt you"

Then it is, I'm in Molly Wesley's closet with George, I'm safe, but scared, and it still hurts, so I run to him and wrap my arms around his waist, burying my head in his jumper, he wraps his arms around me "I got you" he whispers, kissing the top of my head "I won't let go"